The Events of Those Eight Hundred Years (Part Two)

Under the slogan of "the three tribes as one, resisting the enemy together," the Dragon-Phoenix Tribes came to the Qilin Clan's aid and joined the battle.

This slogan from the Dragon-Phoenix Tribes not only drew the disdain of the Rogue Cultivator experts, who found them utterly hypocritical—like a whore setting up a chastity arch—but even their "allies," the Qilin Clan, felt the urge to vomit. Could they possibly be any more shameless?

If the three tribes were one, then where had they been before? Why did they only show up now, when the Qilin Clan had lost one Quasi-Sage and had another gravely wounded? Could they be any more shameless?

The dozen or so Quasi-Sage experts Yuan Tian knew of had not been wounded or killed all at once, so the Qilin Clan's casualties were not as severe as imagined.

Fortunately, the Qilin Clan had not truly acted on impulse. Otherwise, they would have been punished for that impulsiveness.

If the Dragon-Phoenix Tribes had known what the Qilin Clan was thinking, they would definitely have spat in their faces. We're helping you for free, and you're still picking and choosing? Piss us off, and this lord won't serve you anymore. You can play with them yourselves and see whether they cripple you. Then we can come out and clean up the mess afterward—what's stopping us?

And if the Dragon-Phoenix Tribes really did that, the Qilin Clan would truly have no way to deal with them. They would be stifled to death, since those Rogue Cultivator experts had decided that the Innate Supreme Treasure was in the Qilin Clan's hands and had fixed their eyes on them. Even if they let those people search Qilin Mountain themselves, it would be useless.

Who knew whether the Qilin Clan had carried the Innate